Warning: Again, this chapter contains slash. Albus/Scorpius is my Next Gen OTP. What can I say?

Character: Albus Potter

Prompt: Breathtaking

It's kisses stolen in hidden little corners, touches that feel like a whisper across his skin. It's twined fingers in the dead of night and endless entangled moments. It's muscles rippling underneath his hands, the salty taste of sweat. It's Quidditch and laughter and that mischievous glint in his eye. It's smirks and sarcasm and the curl of his hair around his ears. It's all of this and much, much more. It's Scorpius, and it leaves him breathless.

He remembers when they started this all up, whatever this is that they have going. It began so, so innocently, is the thing. They'd been fighting, arguing about something unimportant. There was shouting and punches were thrown, and they'd started rolling around on the floor, trying to pin each other, and then suddenly, there had been a pause. Albus can't recall what exactly went through his head at that moment, only that he was suddenly hanging on tenterhooks, his breath caught in his throat. And then, as if out of nowhere, there was an explosion of popping buttons and grinding hips and clashing teeth, mouths locked together until they tore apart from each other, gasping for air, only to dive right back in.

It escalated so quickly that Albus can't even tell anymore when exactly it stopped being just two friends messing about together to blow off a bit of steam. They're in so deep now that he knows there isn't really any looking back. He's completely aware that what they do now, slow and gentle and filled with giddy, muffled laughter, is entirely different from how they began. They still have their moments of ferocity, of course, their flashes of animalistic urgency. But it's changed. Even at those times, there's a softer edge to it, a sort of loving caress within the insistent grabbing of arms and bodies.

And there's absolutely, positively no denying it. He likes to tease and laugh at Scorpius for liking it too much, for getting too attached, but they both know that Al feels the same way. They just get caught up in each other, and it seems that no matter what he does, Albus can't help feeling as though he's been swept away